Chapter 3: Ouch

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*Charlotte's PoV*
The feast ended and I walk out of The Great Hall with a big smile on my face. I was about to head to the dungeons, where the Slytherin Common Room was when a voice called my name. Ella.

I turn around and see my sister also with a smile on her face, running towards me. She gasped for breath. "You're a bloody Slytherin Charlie!" she said. Ella calls me Charlie sometimes. I like it even though it makes me sound like a boy.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "Why're you so happy about it?" I asked now laughing at her enthusiasm. "It'll be fun having a Slytherin in the family you know sis."

"True but I don't see why you need to be all happy and jolly about it" I said smirking. Merlin's Beard, wow I feel evil. She giggled a bit.

"Right now, I'm off to bed. See you later" Ella said walking up to Gryffindor Tower. I watched her walk up the stairs until I couldn't see her anymore. Ouch.

A person bashed into me. "Oi, watch where you're goin-" I said not looking at who the person even was. It's Scorpius. "Sorry Charlotte. I kept my long nose in my book. I didn't see you there" he said apologetically.

He reached for his book and stood up, then helped me up, his hand out. He pulls me up and I give him a smile. "It's okay. It's not your fault. I should've stepped out of your way."

"No no. It was terribly my fault. I should've noticed you. I should've noticed you standing there." I give him another smile, whilst blushing.

"So should we head to bed?" I asked. "It is getting late. And we shouldn't be standing here anyway. Everyone has gone to bed" Scorpius said looking around.

We both walk down the steps and into Slytherin Common Room. It was dark but lit with the fire from the fireplace. It also had a green tint to it. It was wonderful.

"Do you want to talk for a bit? I.. I'm not sleepy." Scorpius turned to me and smiled obviously agreeing. I sat down on a black sofa and he plunks beside me.

"So what do you do with that book of yours?" I asked with curiosity. He opened it and showed me what was inside. Drawings. Beautiful drawings.

"I draw." I rub my forehead, I don't know why. Maybe because of the bang. Scorpius rubbed his too. I inch closer to the boy to see the drawings clearer.

There were mostly drawings of trees. Trees in different seasons. I lean in and point my finger at an oak tree and told him how beautiful it was. "Just like you" he blurted out, blushing.

"I'm calling you Scorp." His cheeks turned red again, maybe even more. I turn the pages and I say how each drawing is beautifully drawn, just to see Scorpius' flushed face, everytime.

He didn't say anything for a while, so I stopped and waited for him to say something. "Why'd you stop?" he asked. "You're not talking" I replied. He chuckled.

"That's only because I like hearing your voice." I now blushed at his response. I smirked. "Well that's gonna have to change because I like hearing your voice too." He blushed. Our faces both matched.

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